Lyrics
verse 1
Mrs Crystal Hill, how's your rap career
bet u wonder still, how did u lose the years?
why u gain that weight? does eatin dry tears?
how u lose site of your pussy without a f*** in mirror
why u kathy bates, why's your god so great?
when he allows u to take pictures wit that f*** in face
i guess its just fate, i got so much at stake
battlin the fat b*** that ate f*** in gilbert grape
this aint a close race, ha, u must be frontin
cuz u wudn't be that fat, if u were good at runnin
your 37, fat, white and pleasent
act tight, and think in this battle that god is present
u read the scriptures, thought it wuz something
well news flash b*** , god doesn't love ugly
u say jesus this, u say jesus that
well jesus christ b*** , why'd u let jesus rap
rd 2 u wont be here, thats a simple ass fact
im'a make u dissapear like ya black kid's dad
real talk listen b*** , i dont eva censor sh**
i'll kick ur baby out the crib, and skull f*** ya daughter quick
tell em jesus love em everytime i stroke the mini clit
choke ya f*** in kid's to death, sit and read the bible script
chill and share stories how ur savior died for ya sin's
but didn't die for u try to have any more attempts
at sh** ty lives, u raise and grow to be retarded simps
its like pardon me b*** , but i gotta hurt feelings
u wud neva eat me, i dont got no cream filling
this is wut the deal is, i really wanna jet
to be honest, i shutter at the thought of havin sex
findin this b*** es puss hole's like uncle fester's quest
she got that wet wet, bet that pussy wreaks
to help ease the sweat, she made the switch to boxer briefs
this chick is bulbasaur, i had to drop my jaw
i hit her wit it, but she cudn't fit inside my pokeball
wanted to catch em all, now im mad depressed
like her husband everytime this fat b*** gets undressed
u got 7 kids, he f*** ed u 7 times
f*** that sh** , i wudda gave u aid's the first try
dont needa search why, god saved ur life
stick a crucifx in ur puss, b*** f*** christ
see u lackin clout, when u lose dont be complaining
only time u upped me in this bout wuz at the f*** in weigh in's
i rather be a satist, sit here and endulge
then be the white version before pic of star jones
how ya kids love u, i never understood
u let em be retards, cuz really donuts is good?
donuts is good? go nuts, really u should
go choke on a donut dot, that be really good
ur nuttin but fat talk, and its no surprise
u think laugh my ass off is legitamite exercise
well i aint laughin, and i dont gotta try
i hope ya husband beats u, i hope ya children die
i hope u croak from eatin, hope u know these aint lies
take this f*** in rippin, pray to god say goodbye
count ya blessings, try confessin that u been waistin ur life
your f*** in 37, get a job, be a wife
be a mom, lose some weight, wash some clothes
make some dinner not delivery
i mean positively get off the net be and adult
its like u reap wut u sowe,
and u so needa see ur a f*** in asshole
f*** punchlines and metaphors
i'll punch the eye of this pathetic whore
if there's a god, he shud take your children
cuz they'd be better of dead, instead of livin poor
